Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1887-05-19

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Then II entered; tho eyes were large
and luminous, the face was deadly
white was she an angelo Yes, to this
ono life before her, and 10 some before
and many afterwards She paused at
the middle Of the room with the gas
light streaming over her, and looked
ut the dreaming youth as mother
might look at her dead child. The mo-
ments went by but the figure remained.
wavcring, gazing, with paper in the
Aand she often pressed against her
heaving bosom; the noises from Joel $
region seemed as lost upon her as upon
the deaf; her whole life seemed In her
eyes; slowly they filled and the paper
futtcred downward 10 the floor; the
dreamer stirred and murmured, tho
white presence trcmblod and stood
still as marble image with down
cast eyes. Suddenly the sleeper started
looked up; "My Godr' and sprang
back with frightened eyes. The white
figure stood still, gazing on the floor,
II have come -give-you- back
your-Own," the lips said.
20 Celcstel Cclcstew and he sprang
toward her with hands extended, you
are my ownl o give me YOURSELF
give me yoursclfp' But she wavcrod
back.
II don't care for what he didl' no
cried, II forgive him for your sakel
You have suffered O you have suf-
fercdl but l couldn't pain you by
stayingl ! Couldn't l Couldn't
couldn'tl" and he would have fallen
before her In the agony of his
pleading had not the girl. with n
cry that might have been the incf'ablc
cry Of one come back from death,
leaped into his arms, sobbing and kiss
ing him with Joy
''Sho had iovod him always" she
said; ''sho had thought him lost to her,
driven away by her kinsman's deed!
All, Godl how happy she was! how
happy she wasr'
Thus their naked souls had met,
their orphaned hearts had come to-
gcther, their lips had kissed out the
past, and love had brought back to
John Earling all that it could of that
which hate mad wrenched away. They
held to each other like two children;
they lsughed and talked with the tears
glstcning on their checks; the abys-
NAL path had suddenly emerged into n
region of sunshine; love the divine
balm, the savior in Nature, had turned
the darkness into regal morning, and
their lives were one. The young man
held 20 her hand. his brave, his bcauti-
full, his loved Celeste! and, turning out
the gas, they went down together and
away to Mrs Bowers
The street on their side of the square
was silent and deserted, but great
crowd was on Joels side. dccOrous
enough at the center, save an occa-
sional burst Of applause, but royster-
ing. mixing, moving on the outskirts.
They paused and listened a moment,
and watched Joel gyrating against a
background of smoke and flame, then
holding fondly to each other passed
away into the musky summer dark
mems, the soft kind night that shut them
in that peri, ct hour from all the world.
For years John Earling remembered
that last glimpse Of Joel "a he loomcd
against the sheet of flame, and rcmem-
5crcd the last words he ever heard him
utter: Fellow citizens, mans life is
nothing without success, as a nations
Is nothing without glory; you have
helped TO make minc what IL is, again
! thank your In an hour after that
the young man heard them ringing
again in his ears. when told how
Joel had spoken for two hours in the
dust and heat, and stepping down from
the platform at the close, and with the
air torn by cheers that drowned his
own last cry. had reelod and fallen
among the trampling feet; had been
carried through the soething crowd,
where many yet were cheering wildly
for him, and Laid down in his store
stone dead.
a blood-ycsscl in the big mans
brain, brittle and eaten into by life
time Of abnormal heat and pressure,
had torn asunder-as for many In
these heated straining days and his
dream, like half the dreams of earth,
had been swallowed up IN darkness,
that darkness where dreams do never
come.
Well, what farthcr2 Tho writer
lifts his head after long aud sadly
Eliminating. Death aud error are so
sorrowful, and in putting together tins
little history have come so often, with
out welcome, in at the doorway of his
memory.
But where arc the living elements of
this history? All, a long time has
gone, n .ong train Of gold and sombcr
days, and some are growing old, and
one has passed into the shadows,
Julius Popp.
Harry Whitney has n grocery store
in Openstone, not very large one,
and Eeslit Is the mother Of his chill
drcn. They made radiant social
flight with JOels money. a kind OF
rainbow curve, aud lit-not very easy
TO find no bag of gold with sack
mouth open where the iris landed
them. They arc digging there; per-
Eaps in times own fullncss they may
find IL, or what Is bctter-common
sense.
Mrs. Whitney and Reverend Gut
Teton are one, and now are tar along
the path Of life. They are living snug
ly, and we trust not unwOrthily. upon
the generous third which JOers saw
ings brought Absalom Heater isnow
proprietor Of Joel's big mill, and the
twins are sober, foury fellows like
their father, strangely, honest. up
right pair.
But what Of John Earling and
Celeste and their philosophy? Full OF
honorable care, one sits upon the Su-
prcnie Bench in one Of the States Of
this, our noble federation. All men
trugt him, most men love him. Be-
cause ho was honest. because he was
just, he has won, and because Of these
has been given judgment among men,
The other keeps his home. Toomy,
modest one, sweet with song and
loves perpetual summer The house
is Of brick, and about II spreads spa
cious lawn shaded by burly oaks;
there Is 4 grape arbor at one side aud
a Hover garden at the other, and
swing among tho trees. but II is not